I fear we might be losing the basic human facility to be alone - and with that you throw out independent decision-making, what to trust, what not to trust; key stuff - a perilous loss.

‎What's the weather like? ... It's fierce mild!

People will kill you over time, and how they'll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like 'be realistic.'

I'm not a fighter, I'm a bleeder.

I write all the time, but you just want to be careful what you put out. That's all. You want to have the confidence that you've done what you need to do to it, because otherwise it's an exercise in vanity.

I don't see teenagers anymore. I see... I see youths. Slumped S shapes in their hoodies, all huddled round a bin of burning grannies. All texting eachother because they've given up on speech.

I'm organised in some ways, but not in others.